I had a bunch of errands to run yesterday. On my way to the MVA, I stopped at Dunkin Donuts to grab a bagel sandwich and a coffee for breakfast. I decided to eat inside so I could enjoy one of my favorite hobbies, people watching. In came a couple stocking up on donuts, coffee, and cold drinks. I made up a story that this was fuel for a road trip they were taking, maybe going to the shore for one last weekend at the ocean. As my sister would quip, they looked like they knew their way around a donut shop. Behind them was a clean-cut young man, very athletic looking. I thought if I had a son, this is what I'd want him to look like. He seemed at ease with himself. He could be a doctor, a cop, a researcher, even an actor. Then he sneezed a loud ACHOO right out into the air, not trying to keep his germs from spraying, not reaching for the napkins at the nearby condiment table. While I was deciding if I would forgive him this trespass, he did it again, this time a one-two punch and I immediately disowned him. While I was fretting over the loss of the perfect son, in walked the antithesis - a young man in scary looking get-up. He had a helmet with spikes on it and a vest with the name of a radical group and a swastika on it. It made me so sad that hate groups still exist. I was revolted, but then I was reminded that I should pray for him. As I was quietly asking God to speak to reveal Himself to this guy, he suddenly turned and left. Coincidence? Maybe. But I continued to pray for him after he left. Then in came a typical thirty-something slightly tired looking father and his son who seemed to be around ten or eleven. The kid was allowed to get a cold drink from the refrigerated display. He opened and closed that door so many times I thought I'd freeze. Apple juice, no water, no wait!, flavored water, oh look milk, back to the apple juice, and finally settled on the chocolate milk. Kids, I thought. Not quite a candy store but close to it.
Slurp, chomp, gotta get to the MVA to get in line for the license renewal.... check the lipstick and hair for the photo I have to live with for 5 years. No more time to people watch but it sure was fun.
Slurp, chomp, gotta get to the MVA to get in line for the license renewal.... check the lipstick and hair for the photo I have to live with for 5 years. No more time to people watch but it sure was fun.